Well I don't think you could recreate that hangover if you tried. It was like the perfect storm of hangovers.
Lauren she was gnawing on a dresser. Gnawing. On. A. Dresser.
I feel like I wont be making enough money to support my frivilous lifestyle of beer and mcdonalds
Walking down the street at 11 pm dressed in bubble wrap. Why is the bar so fucking far away??
i think maybe i'll just not watch it. i'd rather not think of you as a magical transforming set of dick holes.
I'm at the bar alone. Is this how you feel?
Also they do not have any come back to america, i miss my fuck buddy cards at Hallmark.
Wednesday is my day of reflection and making my dick and balls into shapes. So i'll be pretty busy.
should i save it for someone special or be a feminist and be like "my vagina doesnt define me"
I want to fuck the side burns off of Steve.
Fuck I forgot the furry convention was this weekend and now I'm downtown. Way too high for this shit.
My Sundays are fucking awful. Can't get a blow job.....can't get a win.
I wish I had a clear image of the dude who was sucking on my tit outside the bar last night
This is not the first time I've recognized my body is subconsciously trying to make pizza.
I'm setting goals and achieving them. I'd say I'm quite mature for my age.
You're goal was to fuck him and you don't even remember it.
Randomize
